It was Sunday. The sun was in the skies, and the skies were of the nicest hue of blue.
I brought Kirby to the dog run, where he enjoyed himself thoroughly sniffing at other dog’s butt. I made some small talk with a foreigner, Italian I think, about his pair of gorgeous dogs.
After it got a bit too hot, I left the dog run, going to a nearby McDonald’s drive-thru to pick up my lunch.
It was on the way back that I realised I used to do this Down Under, and while it was boring, I am contended, and happy. This is how weekends should be like, away from the crowd, enjoying the sun and the peace. Recharging for the week ahead.
The only thing missing was sharing all these with someone.